an evil cult figure with zero fashion sense

Kill me if you ever see me wearing something like this.

Because it surely means I’ve been brainwashed and fallen under the control of an evil cult figure with zero fashion sense.

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So, anyone wanna read my paper? It’s called “Influences on Adolescent Cigarette, Drug, and Alcohol Initiation.”

(Crickets chirp)

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“Bueller? Bueller…?”

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THEBOY likes Helmet, heh heh. Should have seen us running errands yesterday while “Unsung” and “Pure” played. It was the rockingest minivan in Tarrant County.

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Zero traffic over the weekend from house shoppers. Someone did come Friday though.

Oh, and yesterday when returning from Sam’s we saw someone out front scoping out the place, so we drove around a little bit to give them time.

We returned home to find out that indeed, they’d been scoping it out, and they stole all our furniture.

(Just joking)

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Kelli would love the excuse to buy new furniture anyway.

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Scored a can of French Market French Roast coffee for $2 at Albertson’s yesterday. I’ve had it before—it’s good stuff!

THEBOY rode in one of those carts with a fire truck section at the front. He was happy, steering, all that. We went to check out and the bloody thing’s too big to fit in the checkout lane. Had to do self checkout. Weird.

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One weekend.

Zero naps.

One tired Daddy.